I like verbs because they move. I like nouns because they represent. I like adjectives because they awaken. I wish I were only semantics.
The one who took my father's life. "Is he happy?" I'd ask.
(read Sound) F sus. It cuts.
(read Sight) Steel-stained bloodied fingers. The scent.
(read Fury) Watching and wishing sometimes and then becoming sick. We should all be cheered for.
(read Escape) Worn, shredded, folded, remembered. Please give me more.
Pharoah, my Pharoah.